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Keep It In The Closet (Halloween Special) Finale

💜 starring: Miguel O’Hara x Shy fem!reader

🍾 preview:

"I didn't know you had that kind of fire in you, Y/N. You always seemed so… timid," he said, his thumb caressing your side, sending a shiver down your spine and igniting a fire within you. "But tonight...

You've been all I’ve thought about."

😈 summary:

Miguel O'Hara finds himself being dragged to a Halloween party by his friend, Peter B. Parker. His disdain for the party quickly dissipates when he is drawn to a mysterious woman in a sleek leopard costume and captivating black mask that seems to move him in ways he'd never thought possible…

🍾 tw/cw: Unprotected sex, Sensory Deprivation, Wall sex, Fingering, Dirty talk, Semi-public sex, Standing, etc…

😈 Pet names: Bebè (Baby), Cariño (Darling), Muñeca (Doll), Gatita (Kitty), Hermosa (Beautiful)

💜rating: 18+ explicit I SMUT I

🍾Word Count: 9k

(Every character mentioned is of age!!)

😈Credit to artist in header: sylvaeon

After a while of spins of the bottle, a break was held as many members of the game dispersed.

Gwen returned back to the dance floor with Hobie, Margo and Miles left to go to the snack bar whilst Peter and MJ stayed, chatting about Mayday. You watched Miguel leave as well, his tall and muscular build exiting out of the guest bedroom to who knows where.

But you didn't care…

All you knew that you had to get out of here.

You had to leave this party before you did something else that’ll completely taint your name here in the Spider Society.

You hadn’t been recruited long and you’ve already made out with the Spider Society leader!

As you briskly walked out of the guest bedroom and out into the bustling party once again, you couldn’t help but relive that moment.

Miguel’s lips against yours, his tongue dancing, and mingling with your own. His hands along your body, on your back, thighs and bottom. How he groped and touched you without a care in the world of who was watching.

But mostly you remembered how addicting and surreal it all felt and deep down…

How you wanted it to happen again…

You groaned heavily, running your gloved hand through your hair, making sure to avoid your leopard ears in hopes of not knocking it out of place. You wandered around the party, trying to find Gwen to no avail.

Gwen, unlike you, had a Multiverse watch, where just like many other spider-people in the society, was able to travel to different worlds and dimensions for their missions, to hang out with other people from the society, or to go home to their dimension once their work was through for the day.

Due to being a new recruit to the Spider Society, you didn't have one. Gwen is supposed to be something of a mentor to you, but it's become more of a friendship as she has been assigned to accompany you on your missions and to teach you everything about the Spider Society.

You've been a recruit for a month now, to get a watch, it had to be three.

So now, you were left with two choices:

You could either stay at this party, risking the temptation of another round of Spin The Bottle and potentially doing something even worse with Miguel in front of everyone,

Or...

You could scour this entire party for Gwen, with a slim chance of finding her, but knowing that if you did, she might plead and beg you to stay, ultimately leading to your continued presence at the party anyway.

You let out a sigh and crossed your arms, abandoning your search for Gwen. Instead, you leaned against the wall, your eyes looking around the party before you, seeing spider-people in various costumes who were still enjoying the Halloween festivity.

You furrowed your brow, consumed by thoughts of frustration and regret.

You wanted nothing more than to leave this party…

Kissing Miguel, your boss, in front of others, had left you deeply embarrassed and ashamed, regardless of how enjoyable it might have been. It just felt wrong, despite it being a “playful” challenge.

You shouldn’t have done it…

You also had a strong feeling that Gwen would try to push you into something even more regrettable when everyone returned from the break to continue the heinous game of spicy Spin The Bottle.

You needed to find a way to avoid that game at all costs.

As you stood there, lost in thought and considering how to evade the upcoming game, even pondering the idea of hiding in the bathroom,

A pair of crimson eyes were fixed on you nearby…

Miguel stood, not too far away, holding another beer bottle, and his gaze locked on you. Since that kiss, his longing for you had only grown.

He wanted you so much, perhaps more than he had ever desired anything or anyone before.

He bit his lip, his eyes filled with intense lust and desire as they traced the curves of your body. The way your arms hugged your bust, enhancing your breasts through your leopard bodysuit. The allure of your exposed thighs and legs, accentuated by your fishnet stockings. The way your attractive bottom featured a leopard tail that was so enticing, and so very…

Tuggable.

His want for you was palpable, his cock straining under his black slacks. The longer he looked at you, the more his cock stiffened in his pants, slowly hardening and causing a lewd and prominent bulge to appear beneath the restrictive fabric.

'Fuck it.'

He growled under his breath, breaking the restraints he had placed on himself and decided to have some fun.

To indulge in his desires for once…

So once Miguel drank the rest of his alcoholic beverage, he placed it down onto a nearby table and he didn't stop himself when his feet began to walk towards you.

He didn't prevent the many lewd thoughts that came to his head of all the things he'd like to do to you once he got there.

And he certainly didn't care anymore about his role as being your leader.

He didn't give a damn, he just needed you…

Right here,

right now…

You stood against the wall, a sigh escaping your lips as you held onto yourself. Your artificial leopard tail coiled around your leg, offering a strange comfort. You gazed down at the ground, your mind racing with thoughts.

Mostly, you thought of Miguel and how on earth you'd be able to continue working at the Spider Society after that ill-advised kiss with him, the Spider Society leader.

"Y/N."

You jumped at the sound of your name being called, realizing it was none other than the man who had been occupying your thoughts.

You gulped, turning to your left to see Miguel standing there. His massive, taut build accentuated by his scarlet button-up, black blazer, slacks, and leather oxfords. Your eyes took in the alluring gold chain and rings that adorned his body, now visible as you examined him without the pressure of an audience.

"Y-Yes?" you inquired, your voice trembling.

You knew why he was here...

Gazing up at him, you attempted to calm your racing heart and suppress the desire that surged within you. Despite his stern look, he exuded an undeniable appeal, with his thick eyebrows hanging low over his intense amber-red eyes and his lips drawn into their usual permanent scowl.

"We need to talk," he said, his hands crossed over his broad chest, his 7-foot stature towering over you. You struggled to quell the trembling within, knowing the conversation would likely revolve around the recent kiss—a move you found highly unprofessional and deeply regretted.

Miguel's unpredictability was unsettling. Witnessing him play Spin The Bottle with his recruits had already been shocking. Now, as you reflected on the unprofessional nature of your recent actions, a growing fear emerged.

‘What if Miguel kicked you out of society for that improper kiss?’

Your stomach knotted at the mere thought. The looming possibility of expulsion from the Spider Society intensified the unease you felt speaking with Miguel.

"M-Miguel, I-I—"

"Now."

He demanded, seizing your arm and swiftly pulling you through the ongoing party. You yelped at his sudden action, feeling small as his large, tanned hand enclosed your arm, leading you deeper into the penthouse.

Embarrassment surged through you as you kept your eyes fixed on the ground, allowing Miguel to guide you past partygoers in various Halloween costumes. The Halloween decorations, painstakingly arranged by Peter and MJ, blurred past whilst Miguel hurried you away.

It felt like an eternity before his tugging came to a sudden halt. Hastily, he pushed you against the wall in a narrow, empty hallway, his expression inscrutable. His amber eyes flickered with a red hue, quickening your heartbeat.

“M-Miguel, I-I’m sorry,” you stammered through trembling red lips. “I-I wasn’t thinking. I-I should’ve stopped myself, I-I shouldn’t have kissed—”

“Stop talking,” he commanded, silencing you instantly.

You swallowed hard, clenching your hands by your sides, trying to manage the overwhelming mix of nervousness and fear.

Miguel barely registered what you had said previously; instead, he simply observed you. Throughout the night, he hadn’t been able to see you up close like this, and now you appeared even more ethereal.

Despite his intense desire for you, he wanted to tease you a little, to observe what was going on in that pretty head of yours. It seemed as though you were anticipating punishment.

He’ll go from there…

“What are you sorry for? Explain?” Miguel demanded, his voice stern. He placed his hands on either side of your head, effectively trapping you. Anxiety twisted your stomach, your lips quivering.

"I-I'm sorry for... k-kissing you during the game," you stammered, avoiding eye contact and keeping your gaze fixed on the ground.

Miguel scoffed, his eyes scanning your figure. "Why? You didn't seem sorry when your tongue was down my damn throat," he remarked, causing you to whimper, tears welling up in your eyes.

You couldn’t respond because he was right. At that moment, your actions were a blur of uncontrolled desire and impulsiveness. The fog of lust clouded your judgment, making you unrecognizable, even to yourself.

The thought brought silent tears streaming down your cheeks beneath your black mask. Miguel, seemingly unaware of your tears, persisted with his teasing. “I see you don’t have an answer, and I believe I know why, Cariño,” he mused, his gaze scanning your form once more. “You enjoyed our kiss, didn’t you? The feeling of my lips on yours, how I touched you?” His laughter sliced through the air, lifting your chin and freezing when he spotted the tears.

His eyes locked onto you, witnessing the silent tears streaking down your cheeks. “Shit, are you crying?” Miguel asked in disbelief, a pang in his heart at the sight.

You couldn't respond, a suppressed sob slipping past your lips, which you attempted to muffle with a clasped palm.

However, Miguel heard it distinctly.

The impact of the kiss on you seemed far more significant than he'd realized, and his teasing only put more salt in the wound. Now caught in a dilemma, he felt unsure how to resolve it. Comfort and affection were not his forte, leaving him clueless on how to console you.

“Mierda…” he muttered, swiftly removing your black mask and placing it on a nearby table. His gaze returned to yours. “Hey, stop crying,” he said, prompting you to attempt wiping away the tears with your fingertips, careful not to ruin your makeup.

Miguel’s eyes softened at the sight of your puffy eyes and cheeks. Leaning down to meet your eye level, he reassured, “I’m not going to punish you for what happened during that game. It was harmless fun.” Chuckling, attempting to lighten the mood.

You hastily shook your head. “N-No…it wasn’t.” Your trembling lips met Miguel's gaze. “E-Everyone saw me kiss you, a-a-and it was long, a-and very improper,” you shakingly said, trying to explain to Miguel why the kiss you shared wasn't as innocent as it seemed.

However, Miguel wasn’t listening…

His mahogany eyes were fixated on your face in its full splendor. Though he had seen you without your spider-mask on numerous occasions, something about you tonight captivated him. Your eyes glistened in the hallway's lighting, your cheeks adorned with a rosy hue, and your lips retained the crimson shade from the lipstick you probably applied before the party. In that moment, you held an irresistible beauty that entranced him, rendering him unable to avert his gaze.

He gently cupped your face in his large, calloused hand, silencing your rambling. Startled, your widened eyes met his. “M-Miguel…w-what—”

“Shush,” he said with a smirk. “You worry too much, Y/N.” His whispered words and the gentle caress of his thumb against your cheek only deepened the blush on your face. You gulped, your breaths becoming heavier.

“N-No, it’s obvious. O-Our connection,” you admitted, causing your cheeks to flush further, which only widened Miguel’s smirk.

“Our connection, hmm?”

“N-no, that’s not what I meant,” you quickly interjected before releasing a resigned sigh.

You wished to vanish, feeling like a complete fool. You inadvertently expressed your feelings to your leader, and implied he reciprocated those same sentiments.

Miguel chuckled at your flustered state. “Ahh…I get it now. My gatita has a little crush on me?” He teased, pulling you closer until your faces were just inches apart.

“That explains everything.”

He smirked, his eyes momentarily flickering with a deep red before reverting to their original hue. You wanted to argue, to refute his assumption, but you knew it would be useless.

You had inadvertently set the stage for your own downfall…

“I-I’m sorry. I know it’s improper, but I’ll never act on it,” you briskly stated through trembling lips. “W-when we return to work at the Spider Society, I’ll see you as I’ve always seen you—m-my leader and nothing more.” Thickly gulping, you met Miguel’s mahogany eyes and his small smirk.

He chuckled, stepping closer, his chest pressing against yours. Rising to his full height, he tilted your head to meet his eyes. “No, Y/N. I can't allow that to happen within my establishment,” he said sternly. “I can’t have you working at the Spider Society with an attraction toward me, your leader. It’s fraternization, a conflict of interest.” His dark brown curls swayed as he shook his head.

“And I can’t allow that…”

You had anticipated this outcome. You knew that kiss would lead to trouble, and perhaps you deserved this consequence for your impulsive and imprudent actions. Instead of resisting, you slowly nodded.

“Y-Yes, sir. I-I understand,” you sniffled, the fear of losing everything you've achieved at the society engulfing your thoughts. Trembling, you exhaled and closed your eyes, preparing for the expected words…

But what followed wasn’t what you anticipated…

“But I can make an exception for you, my sexy gatita.”

Your eyes snapped open to meet his sincere gaze. The unexpected words and the term he used took you by surprise.

‘Sexy gatita?!’

You couldn't believe Miguel's words, prompting him to snicker. He brushed a strand of your hair behind your ear, his knuckles gently grazing your cheek. “You've intrigued me tonight, gatita,” he whispered, his eyes slowly tracing your body before meeting your eyes.

“First, it was that sexy costume of yours,” he smirked, placing his hands on your waist. “And then that kiss. Mmm…that kiss,” he moaned, the sexy sound causing your core to throb to life.

You've been all I’ve thought about."

His words stirred a flutter in your heart. You were taken aback, utterly shocked and astounded by his admission.

To imagine that Miguel O’Hara, a man who hardly revealed his emotions or engaged in love or romance, felt this way about you seemed surreal.

“M-Miguel… what are you saying?” you asked, seeking confirmation, hoping this wasn't a dream.

Miguel sensed your mind racing to comprehend his words; truth be told, he was also grappling with his own feelings for you. All he knew was he felt an overpowering desire that surged when he first laid eyes on you across the party, a feeling that needed fulfillment, or he feared he'd go crazy.

Leaning in closely, his lips were just a breath away from yours. His eyes flickered to a crimson hue as they examined every contour of your face.

“I'm saying, I want you, Y/N…

Right here, right now.”

He whispered, his hand finding its way to the small of your back, his touch trailing up your spine, gently skimming the fabric of your leopard costume. A shaky exhale escaped your lips as you looked up, meeting Miguel's gaze.

You'd only ever imagined Miguel returning such feelings. Nights spent awake, envisioning his lips on yours, his touch on your body and igniting your senses in ways no one else could. When he finally confessed his desire, it unleashed your own hidden longing, once meticulously guarded, now laid bare before you.

Your heart raced, tenderly and shakingly reaching up to cradle his face in your gloved palm, admiring the enticing features of his chiseled face.

"I...I want you too, Miguel."

You whispered and Miguel didn't hesitate, emitting a low groan before pressing a fervent kiss to your lips. As your lips met, it ignited a passionate blaze. The kiss grew with intensity, exuding longing and desire. Your mouths fused together in a heated exchange, tongues intertwining in a battle for dominance that left both of you breathless.

You ran your gloved fingers through Miguel’s hair, tugging gently at his dark brown curls and kissing his lips with much fervor. Miguel moaned against your lips, his hands moving all along your body, squeezing your waist, your thighs and rear, before moving up to grope your breasts through your leopard costume. You moaned at his touch, your core throbbing in desperation for him.

Miguel was ravenous, consumed by desire, longing to feel your bare skin under his palms as he continued to kiss and feel you. Panting heavily, he withdrew from your lips.

Breathless, you gazed up at him, noticing his glance towards a lone door in the empty hallway the two of you stood in. Meeting his gaze, you looked up to find him smirking. "Come on, gatita," he said, grabbing your hand and leading you toward the door.

You eagerly followed Miguel, anticipation and desire coursing through you. You followed him to the closed door, beyond which lay a dimly lit room. Your brows furrowed as Miguel didn't hesitate, entering and shutting the door behind you, enveloping the two of you in darkness and intensifying your sense of disorientation. “M-Miguel…I-I can't see," you stammered.

"I can see that," he whispered, his laughter taking your breath away. Your body heated up, your eyes straining to navigate the darkened room in search of Miguel. Anxiously biting your lip, excitement surged within you. "W-Where are we?" you asked, Miguel's deep voice reverberating in the pitch-black space once more.

It looks like a closet, gatita,” he said as he placed his hands on your waist, gently guiding you. Allowing him to lead, you soon felt a firm surface against your back. A gasp escaped you, soon realizing the sudden obstacle was a wall. Attempting to look up for another glimpse of Miguel, you found nothing but a black abyss staring back at you.

You couldn't help but notice that the disorienting darkness didn't seem to affect Miguel. His footsteps echoed with a steady confidence, his voice unwavering.

Recollections of rumors gathered during your month at the Spider Society resurfaced in your mind. Whispers suggested that Miguel was more unique than the normal spider-person.

But no one really knew how different…

Looking upward, hoping your eyes were fixated on Miguel, a nervous gulp escaped you. "Y-You can see, can't you?" Your voice quivered, carrying a blend of nervousness and excitement. The notion that your alluring leader could perceive your every reaction while you remained unable to see his, sent an odd surge of anticipation through you. Miguel let out a soft chuckle, his hands delicately skimmed along your body.

"Yes, I can see, gatita.

Crystal clear, in fact."

Murmuring softly, his touch along your sides felt amplified by the shroud of darkness that enveloped you. His confirmation of sight, even in the dimness, made your heart skip a beat. The knowledge of his enhanced ability sent a thrilling wave of excitement through you.

He peered down at you, his vision more acute than the average spider-hero. He gave your waist a squeeze, his fingers pressing into your flesh through your costume which pulled a soft moan from your lips. "I'm going to make you feel so good, Cariño.” He murmured into the darkness, sending a shiver down your spine.

"Are you ready for me?" he inquired, feeling his unexpectedly soft lips against your cheek, pressing small kisses along your skin. A soft moan escaped you as you nodded in response. "Yes," you replied breathlessly, which brought a smile to Miguel's face, although unseen in the dimly lit room.

“Excelente.”

His lips met yours, eliciting a gasp of surprise. He grinned and, with a gentle hand on your throat, held you in place while hungrily devouring your mouth.

Miguel savored each moment—the softness of your lips meeting his and the way you displayed a hint of submission despite your evident desire for him.

His large hand encircled your neck, the cool touch of his gold rings lightly pressing against your skin. A gentle squeeze on your throat made your eyes flutter, a soft moan escaping your lips as Miguel deepened the kiss, leaving you feeling weak in the knees.

He emitted a soft groan, your tongues intertwined, lost in the exchange of fervent kisses. Your senses were enveloped by his scent, taste, and touch, leaving you feeling slightly dazed.

He took your bottom lip between his fangs, not enough to cause harm, but sufficient to create a tingle in your stomach as he tugged away. Breathless and with a racing pulse, you peered into the darkness with half-lidded eyes, searching for Miguel.

Miguel traced his thumb along your throat, causing a subtle hitch in your breath. "So beautiful, gatita," He murmured, planting kisses along your jaw and cheeks, his hand moving down your body, eventually resting between your legs, and cupping your mound through your leopard bodysuit. You emitted a soft moan, your legs quivering at the touch of his calloused palm against your throbbing bud.

Miguel groaned, reveling in the sounds you released. You gasped, feeling his foot kick your legs apart, allowing him greater access to your heated core. Tracing his ringed fingers along your clothed slit, you couldn't stifle the arousing sounds prompted by his tantalizing touch.

“You are soaking, Cariño. This pretty pussy wants my cock that bad, huh?” He remarked with a chuckle, causing warmth to rush to your face, your cheeks turning noticeably red. You hesitated, nodding, your eyes shifting to the floor. Even though you couldn't see Miguel, you were convinced that his lustful, crimson eyes were fixed on you, taking in every reaction you exhibited.

Miguel noticed how the aroma of your arousal seemed to grow stronger in response to his words. He groaned softly, leaning in near your ear, he gently nipped on your earlobe, causing a hitch in your breath. "Very well, let me prepare you first, Cariño." He whispered. His touch on your sensitive area disappeared, leaving you feeling an unexpected emptiness.

You soon heard the clatter of his rings, suspecting he was removing his jewelry. Excitement stirred in your stomach at the thought of what Miguel might do, your senses tingling and your elation growing, even causing your panties to dampen further.

You felt his presence close to you once more. His heat radiating off his body. You wanted so much to see him, to see his chiseled face, chocolate curls and massive body.

You felt his harden chest press against your supple breasts, his hand falling back into place on your throat. You let out a soft moan as his calloused thumb traced along your jawline. Miguel smirked, his finger delicately moving the fabric that veiled your mound to the side, revealing your heated core.

You gasped, feeling a rush as you were revealed. Miguel moaned softly, running his thick middle finger through your slick folds, your wetness coating his digit.

You whimpered, your breath escaping in gasps through your parted lips. Miguel chuckled, pressing your back against the wall. His hand remained around your throat while his other hand continued to explore your throbbing core.

“Hmm, you want my fingers, gatita?” He seductively asked, his finger sliding between your wet pussy lips, brushing along your clit, but not fulfilling your desire and entering your heated core. You nodded frantically, wanting this torture to end and to finally feel his thick fingers inside of you. "P-Please," you managed to utter between your strangled moans that were being pulled from deep within you.

Miguel's gaze was locked onto you, a sly smirk adorning his tanned lips. His lust-filled crimson eyes devoured every detail, from your flushed cheeks and your shorter stature in comparison to his towering height, to your fluttering eyes and the sweet sounds emanating from your open mouth to fill the intimate space of the closet. The sight was so arousing it made his cock throb to life in his pants and elicit a low, involuntary groan from him.

As your eyes scanned the darkness for him, his smirk deepened. Your unawareness of his location and what his next move might be heightened his excitement. He found your obliviousness endearing.

His desire for you grew with each passing moment...

Without warning, he pressed his finger into your entrance, allowing your needy and dripping walls to suck him in. You emitted a startled gasp, followed by a soft moan, taken aback by the sense of fullness of his thick finger inside of you. “O-Oh gosh!” You cried out, your hands desperately searching for something to hold onto. You were thankful when you found his arm, which still gripped your throat.

You gripped his forearm tightly, eyes rolling at just the sensation of his finger inside of your dripping core.

Miguel felt a sense of urgency, fully aware of the limited time the two of you had before Peter or your friend Gwen sent out a search party.

The two of you had to hurry…

“Hmm…gatita. I want you to ride my fingers. I need you ready for me, bonita.” He practically growled against your ear. You nodded, trying your best to ride back on his digit whilst Miguel’s thick middle finger thrusted into your gummy walls, slowly stretching you out.

Your sentence is already clear and well-constructed. However, if you'd like an alternative phrasing, you could say:

You couldn't contain the numerous whimpers and loud moans that broke free from your lips as waves of pleasure coursed through your body. Miguel groaned at your tightness, slowly slipping in a second finger, eliciting a strained cry to burst from your throat.

You were panting, moaning and squirming against his fingers, feeling his digits thrust up into your pussy, right down to the knuckle where he curled them, touching your g-spot before returning back to the start to repeat his motion. His movements were harsh and relentless, your nails digging into his sleeve as all you could do was whimper and mewl uncontrollably, the sound of his palm smacking against your swollen clit with each shove of his two fingers echoing and engulfing the quietude of the closet.

This was already too much…

His fingers so thick and long, pounded into you with no mercy, reaching deeply and touching that sweet spot over and over again. Your mind was complete mush, Miguel’s digits stretching your tight walls with each thrust, slowly preparing you for his dick. Even in your fucked-out state, you couldn’t help wonder how big Miguel truly was.

“Mmm, M-Miguel, I-I can’t-” You whimpered, burying your face into the crook of his neck. Miguel hummed, shifting his hand from your throat to your thigh, raising your leg onto his hip for better access to your dripping cunt. “Yes, you can Cariño. You can take another.”

You bit your lip harshly, a mix of excitement and slight nervousness at his response, yet hesitant to refuse him. The numerous dreams and fantasies you had of Miguel were finally materializing, becoming a tangible reality before your eyes. Deep down, despite your apprehension, you didn't want this to end; you didn't want him to stop, especially with how good and perfect his fingers felt deep inside you.

So with a thick gulp, you gripped his biceps through his black blazer, clenching the fabric tightly and nestling your face into his neck, readying yourself for whatever Miguel had in store for you in this confined space.

Miguel looked down at you, hearing the soft whimpers slipping through your parted lips, and feeling your shaky breaths against his neck. He chuckled, his canines showing slightly. He delicately lifted your chin with his fingers, tilting it upward to meet his lips.

Your trembling breath intertwined with his as he kissed you with depth and passion, enough to overwhelm your senses. Amidst the searing kiss, he wriggled a third finger inside, taking its place beside his other two prompting you to moan loudly.

Miguel cursed against your lips, your tightness evident around his digits as he slowly eased his three fingers into you, feeling your walls tremble and squelch noisily. Your stomach buzzed with pleasure and your legs trembled, threatening to give way beneath you whilst he worked his fingers inside of you.

Miguel kissed you hungrily, sucking, licking, and nipping your lips until they were moist and puffy. Your pussy was fluttering around his fingers, your juices coating his digits and staining the sleeve of his blazer with each smack of his palm against your sensitive bud, but he didn’t give a damn. Your sweet moans, gorgeous body grinding desperately back onto his fingers, and plush lips against his own was so intoxicating.

Overwhelmed, you pulled away from his lips, eyes rolling, and uncontrollably whimpering at the feeling of his three fingers moving inside of your pussy, stretching you to the extreme. “Last one baby.” He whispered, kissing your cheek, his words so comforting, even amidst the overwhelming pleasure.

You bit your lip, feeling him ease his last finger inside of your dripping hole. You clung to him tightly, a high-pitched, deafening scream passing your lips at the sweet intrusion. Miguel hastily placed a hand over your mouth, slowly inserting his fingers into you, down to his knuckles. “Shush bebe, we wouldn’t want someone to hear, now do we?” Miguel whispered against your ear before pressing a kiss upon it. His words were barely audible, drowned out by the rush of blood in your ears, while your eyes rolled and cries escaped from deep within your throat, muffled by Miguel's hand covering your mouth.

He smirked, admiring your stunning appearance, even in your fucked-out state. How your eyes were half-lidded and continuously rolled, how beautiful you looked with his hand covering your mouth, the vibrations of your moans bouncing off of his hand, but what really aroused Miguel the most was how much of a good girl you were. Your body continued to grind sloppily back onto his four fingers despite your lack of stability and strength to do so. The sight went straight to his cock. He hissed his massive length prodding against the fabric of his black dress pants, painfully hard and desparate for attention.

You whimpered behind his palm, eyes closed as your body felt like it was being struck by lightning. Each shove of his fingers inside of you, jolting your body full of pleasure and spreading the delicious sensations as tingles throughout your entire being.

It was so delightful; you wished it would never end…

Miguel looked down between the two of you, watching his massive, four digits disappear inside of you with each thrust, and how drenched his fingers were when they reappeared once again. He bit his lip harshly at the sight, his movements becoming increasingly erratic with each shove.

“So good gatita. Taking my fingers so well.” He praised, his cock straining and pressing against the restrictive fabric of his black slacks, begging to be released. He growled, hearing you whimper around his palm. He moved his hand, grasping you throat once more, his fingers continuing to thrust into your dripping core.

You were close,

very close.

Your eyes rolled once more, soft, inaudible moans escaped your lips, while an intense burning sensation began to build up in the pit of your stomach, intensifying and becoming unbearable.

Miguel chuckled, feeling your walls squeeze around his fingers, signaling your rising climax. “My gatita, gonna cum for me? Going to make a mess on my fingers?” He teased, holding your leg up on his thigh, and adjusting his position in the darkness.

Suddenly, his four fingers increased in speed, slamming intensely into you, and curling into your g-spot everytime with each stupefying motion.

You gritted your teeth, a trickle of saliva escaping the corners of your mouth and trailing down your chin as Miguel shifted his hand from your mouth to cradle your face, his fingers gently pressing against your jaw. You panted heavily, fingers tightly clutching his sleeve, your body trembling and pussy horribly fluttering around his pumping fingers.

Miguel turned your face to look at him in the darkness. “Say my name, gatita. Let me hear it as you cum on my fingers.” He commanded in a husky voice. You choked back a moan, biting your lip harshly trying to unjumble your scrambled brain. When you finally found your voice, Miguel’s fingers burrowed deep into you, touching a spot inside that made you see stars within the confines of the dark closet. Your orgasm rushing and crashinginto you like an unexpected tidal wave.

“M-Miguel! I-I’m cumming, ‘m cumming. Crapcrapcrap!” You choked out before the long-awaited release of your pent-up pleasure came spurting from your cunt, soaking Miguel’s hand and coating your thighs. You body spasmed uncontrollably, twitching in Miguel’s arms whilst he finger-fucked you through your climax. Your eyelids fluttered, tears spilling down your face at the sheer intensity.

“There we go, gatita. Very good, very good.” He cooed, slipping his drenched fingers out, your body trembling a little at the lack of fullness.

He held your chin in his hand, his crimson gaze scanning you while his other hand tenderly caressed your thighs. "You okay?" His voice, filled with concern, resonated in the dimly lit room. His question made your heart flutter, intensifying your frustration at not being able to see him.

You nodded, breathing heavily, and finally releasing the tight grip you had on Miguel's forearm. "Y-Yes..." Miguel smiled, planting a kiss on your cheek, which caught you by surprise and made you jump slightly in the darkness of the room.

"Good, gatita, because I'm ready for you, bebe.” He whispered against your skin, the words going straight to your puffy core and reawakening your lust. Miguel instantly smelled your potent desire, making him smirk.

You felt Miguel’s breath against your throat and soon his lips, softly sucking at your sensitive spot as you heard the delightful sound of his belt and zipper coming undone. You moaned softly at his suckles, feeling his fangs along your neck, leaving behind his love bites. Miguel hummed, suddenly feeling his large hand take yours, guiding it towards him. Your eyes widened when you felt his hardened length brush your knuckles, eliciting a hiss from Miguel.

He opened your hand so you could grab his cock. You complied, taking his dick in your palm and you were even more amazed and how thick he was, your fingers unable to close into a fist due his enormity. Miguel let out a soft groan at your touch, unable to stop himself as he began to thrust into your clenched fist, moaning at his efforts. “Bebe, you feel that?” He hissed, placing his hands on the wall on either side of your head to steady himself whilst continuing his slow pace into your palm.

You bit your lip, nodding. “Y-yes.” You uttered, feeling his massive length slide in and out of your palm. His length was absolutely astonishing, completely hardened and erect. His coarse hairs tickling your hand with each thrust which only made your pussy quiver even more in want of his cock to feel you up. “Hmm. You feel what you-fuck-do to me Cariño?” He heaved, kissing along your neck, small gasps of air passing his lips while you moaned helplessly.

Miguel groaned, moving back and using his large hand to grasp your neck, guiding your face to meet his gaze. Your eyes fluttered at his touch while Miguel's half-hooded crimson eyes met yours, his cock twitching in your palm at the sight of your flushed face. “I’ve been waiting for this all damn night.” He panted, squeezing your neck slightly causing you to shudder.

Miguel's words took you by surprise, yet they only amplified your desire for him. You hadn't realized you could have such an impact on someone, especially on him, but here he was, fucking your fist and spilling his guts to you in the darkness of a closet.

You bit your lip, squeezing his cock in your palm, causing him to let out a deep and alluring groan. “Mierda…Keep doing that and I’m going to cum.” He chuckled breathlessly. “And we don’t want that. Not just yet, gatita.” He hissed, pulling his cock from your hand.

Your eyes darted around in the darkness, desperately seeking him, but instead, you felt him move you, pressing your chest against the wall and positioning your backside towards him. Standing on unsteady legs, a blend of anxiousness and nervousness enveloped you. You bit your lip, your cheek pressed against the wall, further overwhelmed by the absence of sight, your fingers tensing against the firm surface.

You waited for what felt like an eternity, the anticipation becoming unbearable as your juices spilled down your legs.

You wanted so much to feel Miguel, his touch, presence, lips, cock… Anything!

Your body felt so cold and empty without him…

You awaited with bated breath for Miguel when suddenly something warm and hard began to move against the curve of your ass. Your eyes fluttered, the sensation so delightful, seemingly heightened by your diminished sight. Your juices continued to coat your thighs, dripping down your shaky legs the more he touched and teased you. Miguel snickered, gripping your hips in his large hands. “My pretty gatita, you smell so delicious bebe.” He whispered, kissing your bare shoulders. “I can smell your arousal, how much you want my cock to stuff that pretty pussy of yours.” He grinned. You moaned even more at how accurate he was.

“P-Please.” You begged in response, grinding back on his length. Miguel moaned, widening your cheeks and pushing your leopard bodysuit and panties to the side once more, revealing your slick folds. He inhaled the air deeply. “Fuck, you are exquisite, Cariño.” He purred, trailing his fingertips along your back, causing a shiver to run through you. You felt him brush his cockhead along your pussy lips making you whimper. “You tell me if it’s too much. Got it bebe.” He whispered, caressing your cheek with his thumb. You nodded, biting your lip. “O-okay.”

Slowly, you felt his massive head begin to enter your throbbing core. Your legs shook horribly, fingers gripping the wall as muffled moans escaped your throat. Miguel grunted under his breath, continuing his insertion. You were thankful for the preparation Miguel had provided earlier because he was huge. You felt your gummy walls stretch to the extreme to accommodate his enormity, a loud, strangled moan escaped your lips when his hips smacked against your rear.

Miguel groaned, pressing his chest to your backside and resting his chin on your shoulder. “Talk to me, how do you feel, bebe?” He asked, kissing your cheek and allowing your walls to adjust. You were breathless, shakingly panting. The pleasure was so intensely good that it was mind-numbing.

You could barely understand what Miguel asked you over the pounding of your heart and the blood buzzing in my ears. “Goodgood, s-so good.” Miguel smirked, tightening his hold on your waist beginning to slowly thrust into you. Your mouth was agape, eyes continuously rolling, Miguel’s hips moving in a rhythmic motion inside of you.

“M-more. Please give me more.” You slurred, gripping the wall as Miguel chuckled, pressing a kiss to your ear. “You want more, Cariño? You sure you know what you are asking?” He inquired with a snicker that went straight to your dripping cunt. You frantically nodded, desparate to feel more of Miguel, repeatedly begging and pleading in slurred speech.

Miguel felt somewhat concerned by your request. He was accustomed to fucking intensely and vigorously, often leaving women sore and sometimes unable to walk afterward.

But you were different…

He didn't give a damn about those women; they were all just a good time. But you were special…

You were precious to him, a hidden gem he had discovered in a vast mine, a jewel that gleamed brightly amongst a sea of ordinary stones.

He didn't want to harm you. He was used to breaking things, unintentionally or not to others, and he didn't want to include you on that list. He was used to breaking things, whether intentionally or not, and he didn't want to include you on that list. Despite his concerns, he couldn't refuse you, especially with the many cries spilling from your mouth, begging him to fuck you hard, to ruin you.

So he clenched his jaw, gritted his fangs, his eyes reddened as he pressed his fingers into your hips.

“You asked for it.”

He growled his tender thrusts instantaneously becoming brutal and frantic. It was so intense that you felt as if you couldn't breathe, your moans continously getting caught in your throat with each striking smack of his hips against your rear.

Miguel's fingers gripped your hips so tightly that you were certain it would bruise later, his groans and deep growls evident against your ear whilst his deep and merciless pounding never ceased. “This what you wanted, Cariño?” He huffed, his cock burrowing deep inside of your gummy walls and prodding your cervix each time.

You couldn't respond, only moaning uncontrollably, your body roughly banging against the wall. All you could do was hope that the hallway was still empty because you couldn't control the loud cries of pleasure that were being pulled from your very being with each thrust.

“Ay Cono.” Miguel panted, wrapping a hand around the artificial tail of your costume and tugging you back, meeting him with each thrust. Your eyes rolled into your head at the added simulation. Your tongue pooling over your lips whilst he continued to fuck you relentless, dirty talking into your ear which only pushed you closer and closer to your climax.

“Hmm, if only you’ve asked me-fuck-sooner Cariño. I would have already claimed this pussy.” He grunted, runting his cock into you. “Have everyone know this pussy is mine.” He growled, continuing his abuse on your puffy pussy.

Everything was too much, as you soon came undone. Your eyes rolled, back arching, while your muscles tensed and your gut tightened. All erotic cries became stuck in your throat. Your body shook uncontrollably, climaxing into the darkened room in juicy spurts, dripping loudly onto the floor beneath you.

Miguel cursed, your walls squeezing him tightly as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm. “Yes bebe. Just like that, mmm. Cum for me.” He growled, nipping and sucking on your lobe whilst you released on his cock.

Miguel hummed in satisfaction, feeling your body tremble under his palms, and fall limp against the wall. The only support keeping you upright was his presence and the firm surface in front of you.

“Very good Cariño, but I’m not done with you just yet-”

Abruptly, a female, robotic voice echoed throughout the confined closet, causing Miguel’s hips to instantly come to a halt inside of you. Both yours and Miguel’s eyebrows rising in astonishment and surprise.

“One incoming message from Peter. B. Parker.”

“Shit.” Miguel spat, pulling out and rolling up his sleeve. The closet filled with a white glow emanating from his multiverse watch as a voice message from Peter began to play. "What's up, buddy? Where are you? The game started like... ten minutes ago. Get your ass back up here."

You nervously bit your lip, attempting to catch your breath and retain most of what you had just heard from the message. Glancing over your shoulder, you saw Miguel's chiseled, tanned face illuminated by his watch. It felt like an eternity since you last saw him, and he looked absolutely stunning, even in the small light emitting from his watch.

He growled , covering his watch with his sleeve and shifting his focus back to you, planting kisses on your shoulders whilst grinding his hardened length along the curve of your ass. Your breath hitched at the unexpected action, the return of the intense darkness more disorienting than before. “W-we must head back, Miguel. T-They’ll come looking for us.”

“Let them look.”

He replied hoarsely, continuing to kiss your shoulders and grind his cock against your ass. “I’m not done with you, Cariño.” He spat, turning you to face him. Your stomach fluttered once again in anticipation.

An unexpected gasp slipped from your lips as he effortlessly turned you around to face him, and lifted your body off the ground like you weighed nothing at all. You hastily wrapped your arms around his neck, clutching tightly, while your legs found their place over his forearms, and Miguel's hands resting against the wall behind you.

He kissed your lips, breathing heavily. “I’ll be a damn idiot to leave you right now.” He uttered, rubbing his cock along your slick folds. “Hmm, leave you without even stuffing you full of my cum, without truly claiming you.” You moaned softly as his tip repeatedly brushed against your clit. His words causing your heightened arousal to intensify, your arousal dripping down onto the floor beneath you while he continues speaking, his words alone enough to make you cum all over again.

“I’ll be a damn fool, won’t I, hermosa?”

He growled, with one quick thrust, he rammed his cock back into your eager core, your pussy instantly sucking him in. A loud cry spilled from your mouths, his length entering further into you.

Miguel rutted upwards into your rear, his forehead resting on your own, yet you still couldn’t make out his facial features despite the close proximity. “M-Miguel…y-you are so deep. You panted and whined, your fingers gripping the nape of his neck while your legs draped over his strong forearms. He growled, his fingers flexing on either side of your head as his palms pressed against the wall. “Oh fuck-.” He moaned, his warm, heavy breath brushing against your skin. ”You feel so fucking good.” He huffed, snapping his hips and burrowing his cock deeper inside of you.

Your toes curled within your boots, wriggling in his arms as the intense sensations gripped you, yet Miguel kept you steady. You could feel the beads of sweat trickling down his furrowed brow, accompanied by his heavy breaths, low groans, and a blend of English and Spanish curses against your face and his coarse hair over the base of his shaft, rubbing against your clit with each thrust. Loud moans and whimpers escaped your lips,

When sudden knock echoed at the closet door…

Panicked, you swiftly covered your mouth, causing Miguel to freeze in his movements.

“Y/N!? Are you in there? Everything alright?”

Your eyes widened as you immediately recognized your friend, Gwen's voice coming from the other side of the door.

You trembled in Miguel’s hold, whilst he began to resume his slow grind into you. You moaned softly into your palm, eyes rolling as he pressed a kiss to your temple. “Hmm…they just want to ruin our fun, don’t they bebe?” He chuckled breathlessly when we heard Gwen knock once more.

You moaned softly into your palm, eyes rolling as he placed a tender kiss on your temple. "Seems like they're determined to spoil our fun, huh, bebe?" He chuckled breathlessly, the sound of another knock from Gwen at the closet door echoing within the confined space once more.

“Y/N? I found your mask out here? You aren’t seriously hiding out in there are you?”

Anxious and fearful, your lips trembled at the thought of getting caught with Miguel, wanting intensely for Gwen to leave already.

Miguel groaned in annoyance. He tried to downplay how much the interruption was bothering him out of politeness toward you about your friend, but he wished the 'blondie' would just fuck off already.

A few minutes went by with Miguel’s tiny thrusts inside of you, enough to keep the desires between the two of you satiated, but not what the two of you truly wanted. Miguel waited, his heightened senses straining to detect fading footsteps, a distancing heartbeat, and any sign of departing breath on the other side of the door, yet he heard no such thing.

Gwen was still there…

Miguel snarled, his fangs bared. He was consumed by desire, not giving a damn about anything else. He wanted you so badly, wishing to quicken the pace, and take you until both of you were exhausted and satisfied. His judgment clouded by overwhelming lust."

“Fuck, I can’t wait anymore, gatita.” He growled, resuming his erratic thrusts that made your nerves feel like they were on fire, your body shudder, and loud cries to be pulled from the depths of your chest. The sudden bursts of pleasure only pushing you closer to your peak. Miguel hissed, moving his hands under your rear to press your backside to the wall.

He bounced your body onto his dick meeting his thrusts. You choked back sobs from the assault on your sensitive area. Tears pulled at the edges of your eyes at the intensity and how hard it was to hold back your moans. It felt like your abdomen was on fire, your muscles tightening again as your climax was near once more.

Miguel’s enhanced hearing could still hear Gwen’s presence at the door, but he didn’t give a damn. Your clenching walls were drawing him to his peak as well. His abs flexing under his scarlet button-up, his hips stuttering and jerking.

“Cum with bebe.” He panted, wrapping his arms around your backside, hugging you tightly whilst continuing his thrusts upward into you. Your arms encircled his neck, worried whispers escaping from your lips. "W-What if someone overhears? What if Gwen hears?" You whimpered, burying your face in his neck.

“Don’t worry a-about them,” He hissed, increasing his pace and pounding himself deeper into you. “Focus on me. On this.” He breathlessly panted, pressing his lips against yours in the pit-blackness of the closet. He kissed you passionately, his thrusts becoming sloppy, smacking your g-spot over and over again.

You choked on a strangled moan, your muscles tensing up. You sobbed at the intensity, body shaking uncontrollably as you released once again. Stars flooded your vision whilst you orgasmed harshly, spurting your juices and coating your thighs and Miguel’s dick with your sweet nectar.

“F-Fuck!” Miguel groaned loudly, your gummy walls squeezing him wonderfully and pushing him over the edge. He pulled away from your lips, gritting his teeth, and burrowing himself deep inside of you, filling you full of his load. His hips sputtered and his abs tightened, a wave of tingles and heat rushing through his entire being and overwhelming him with utter bliss. You whimpered, his warm essence flooding your inners and stuffing you just right.

He rested his forehead against yours, the dim room filled with the sound of your heavy breaths. He soon realized the absence by the door, uncertain of when Gwen had left, but it didn't matter to him. He was utterly captivated by you, amazed beyond words. "You did so well, gatita," he murmured, gently kissing your lips. Slowly, he lowered your body back to the floor, his hands supporting your waist as your legs felt a bit unsteady.

Miguel helped you both clean up in the dark, using some towels he had found in the closet. After you were both dressed, the reality of the situation finally sank in.

Once you both leave this room, you’ll return to the roles of a mere Spider-Woman in society and Miguel, your respected leader. The two of you would head upstairs to that dreadful game of Spin the Bottle, engaging in teasing and potentially steamy activities with each other or possibly others—something neither of you desired.

"I-I suppose it's time we head back," you murmured forlornly, hugging your body. Miguel clicked his tongue at your words, the mere thought of anyone else touching you during that game already stirring anger within him. "No... I have a better idea."

You felt his hands on your waist, looking up at him with furrowed brows. "W-What do you mean?" Miguel smirked, planting a kiss on your cheek. "Let's leave this party.

Come home with me."

Your eyes widened in astonishment. Miguel was equally surprised that he had extended the invitation, but he couldn't bear to let you go.

Not tonight...

You knew Gwen would likely be concerned about your whereabouts and that Miguel and your absence from the game would surely raise questions., nonetheless, you found yourself nodding.

"O-Okay... but let's keep this a little secret," you told him with a small smile. He grinned, encircling his arms around your waist. "Of course, gatita. Our little act will remain hidden within the walls of this closet and within the confines of my home.

You have my word."

You smiled, gently planting a kiss on his lips before pulling away from the shared embrace. "Thank you, Miguel," you whispered, noticing Miguel's fingers already tapping away at his watch, a blinding orange and red portal materialized before both of you, illuminating the closet and revealing him in full view. "You're welcome, my sexy gatita," he replied.

He encircled an arm around your waist, guiding you as both of you stepped into the portal. The vibrant orange-red whirlpool closed behind you, leaving behind the raucous party, the horrid Spin The Bottle game, and your roles as leader and mere spider-woman.

You both felt a profound longing, yearning to end this Halloween night in the way you both truly desired – entwined in each other's arms, delving into the hidden depths of your secret relationship, and venturing through a night filled with pure bliss.

A/N: I hope you all enjoyed my Halloween special! I tried to deliver it to you as swiftly as possible. Thank you all for the support and love; I'm continually surprised and grateful for it. Love you all!! ❤👻👻💙

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Fun Before (Diaper) Duty

Peter B Parker x Wife!Reader

TW/CW: NSFW, Smut, Sex, grinding, dry humping, pegging, sex toys, PiV sex, unprotected sex, creampie, talks of pregnancy, trying for a baby, cumming inside with the intent to make said baby, Peter being a whining mess , Dom(?)!Reader, Sub!Peter, (sort of?) no refractory period, drain this mans dryyyy

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

A/N: This is an AU of sorts where MJ doesn't exist and the Reader is Peter's Wife. Takes places after the first movie (Obvi). It's just a thing that's been bouncing around in my head and I need to get the brainworm out!!!

(And as usual header does not indicate reader's race)

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It had been some time since you guys ran into your... "problems."

It had been some time since he came home after apparently interacting with someone who changed his mind on what you talked about.

Kids.

Babies.

Having them.

He explained in great detail what happened, how Miles in particular had just... changed him. Woke him up inside, made his inner Papa Bear come out.

It made him realize he did want kids.

And if realizing he actually did want kids was something, Peter B Parker really enjoyed the task of making said kids.

The two of you indulged in it as often as possible, twining together in bed, or on the couch, in the shower, in the kitchen... Once when you met him on a rooftop to bring him some dinner when you were in the area.

Yeah, Peter wasn't much of the "public sex" type, the poor guy. The moment he came inside you he was a blubbering--still hard--mess and he web-slung you two home to make love to you properly. I.e he basically let you pin him to the couch and ride him until he couldn't feel his legs.

Even that Spider-Man stamina had its limits.

More often than not he was out most nights doing his Spider-Man routine, fighting crime, saving people... Even picking up an extra part-time job for some extra cash.

"Y'know, babies are expensive!" Peter had laughed with you over some crappy Chinese takeout.

"I know, but honey..." You sighed, finishing off your noodles nd dropping the chopsticks in the paper container.

"My job pays well, and I even negotiated with my boss so I can work from home from now on. I'll only need to go into the office for meetings or something important, so taking care of a baby is no problem. Our bills are covered, and... You got your hero gig. I don't want you to overwork yourself, Peter."

"Babe." Peter smiled at you sweetly. That same, charmingly goofy smile as he turned to face you on the couch.

"I just wanna make sure we have all our bases covered. I love you, and I wanna make sure our baby has everything they're gonna need."

"C'mon, Tiger." You smiled sweetly at him. "You already work your ass off being a superhero. And we're trying to have a baby, and once that baby is here we're both going to have our hands full."

He brought your knuckles to his lips to give them a kiss. "Which is exactly why I want the extra cash. I want to make sure you two have everything you deserve."

You smile and lean in, brushing your nose against his affectionately.

"I already got you, dummy."

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Two more months passed.

Two more months.

Months of you not getting pregnant yet. Neither of you knew what the problem was, you planned meticulously, tracked your ovulation and menstrual cycles... Hell, you even drank some kind of herbal tea that was supposed to boost fertility. But... No dice.

Your doctor told you it wasn't uncommon, that some people just don't get pregnant on the first few tries.

The difference was that you and Peter tried more than "the first few tries".

It was frustrating, but you held out hope.

You two would be parents. You would.

Peter had even told you he was hoping for a little girl.

He was going to name her Mayday.

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Tonight, you had just gotten out of the shower after getting back from the gym. You were sweaty and gross and ugh, you really needed it after staring at spreadsheets all day.

Your hair was a dripping mess, but you decided to let it air dry.

You put on one of Peter's button up shirts and at the last second, decided to wear the laciest panties you owned and couldn't help but grin.

It would be a nice surprise for Peter when he got home.

After all, what husband wouldn't wanna come home to their wife wearing nothing but one of their shirts and a pair of lacy panties?

And bingo! You were right.

You had your back to him as you downed your glass of juice when he came through the door.

"Hey, Babycakes!" Peter whistled as he locked the door behind him again. "I brought some--"

You heard whatever bags he had in his hands drop, along with his keys.

"....Well." He said, clearing his throat as you turned around, smiling at him slyly.

"Well?" You purr, leaning on the wall.

"I feel a tad overdressed." He mumbled, a blush on his cheeks as he looked down at himself.

"Peter B Parker, is that a blush I see in your cheeks?" You giggle.

"I, uh, uhm--" Peter coughed awkwardly; you could see his Adams apple bob in effort as he swallowed an imaginary lump. Then, he held the bag up.

"Got dinner from the Greek restaurant down the street?"

You smile and shake your head, taking the bag from him as you walk to the couch, opening the plastic containers to see what dinner your wonderful husband brought home for the two of you.

You decide to give Peter mercy, for now, as his shoulders sag and he pulls off his trenchcoat, hanging it on the peg, revealing the Spider-Man suit along with the sweatpants he was wearing.

His choice in hero outfits lately had you endeared to him even more, with his quirky nature.

"Uh, I'm... I'm gonna change, m'kay?" He says, a lopsided smirk on his face, cheeks still just a bit pink.

"Mhmmm." You wink at him as he walks by.

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You finished chowing down on your gyro with a happy hum, wiggling in place as the two of you watch whatever dumb cop show happened to be on.

You snuggled under Peter's arm as he licked his fingers clean of the remnants of his food and rubbed his cheek on the top of your head.

"How was patrol tonight?" You asked him softly.

"Oh, boring, actually. Like, a few purse snatchers but thankfully nothing where anyone got hurt." Peter told you.

"Well that's good, maybe supervillains are deciding to take a vacation for a bit?" You muse playfully.

"Oh, god, that would be amazing." Peter groaned, dropping his head back on the cushions of the couch.

"They go to the annual Villains' Club and are like "You know what? Let's all take a trip to Fiji! Give Spider-Man a break!"

You giggle and kiss his jaw, the stubble of his shadow tickling your lips.

"Yes, I concur." You sigh. "That would be amazing."

There's a pregnant pause in the air before you broke it.

"Though, given that we're trying to have a baby... Id prefer it if all your patrols ended this way. With you safe."

"I know, babe." Peter replies quietly.

"I promise I'll be careful."

You smiles and turned your head into his neck, breathing in every scent that is Peter.

You could feel his body tense when you did that,, see that Adams apple bobbing again as he kept his eyes focused directly on the tv, trying to ignore how your fingers slowly crept up under his tank top slowly; nails tickling the soft skin of his abdomen.

You slipped your fingers down, just barely past the waistband of his pj's and his breath stutters.

He wasn't wearing boxers. Perfect. Makes it that much easier.

"Babe--" Peter said, his voice coming out shaky.

"Hmm?" You asked innocently, ever so slowly slipping your hands down further, gliding through the well-trimmed hairs and stopping just above his rapidly hardening dick.

"You--" He groaned, dropping his head back and closing his eyes.

"Me.... What?" You sigh, wrapping your fingers around his cock, feeling the half-hard mass of silky flesh twitch and come to life in your hand

You gave a languid stroke upwards, and back down.

Up, and down.

Up, and down... Working him up to full mast as his breathing increased and a small whimper came from his lips.

"Hey, Pete." You grinned, licking over the thumping pulse in his neck.

"Y-yeah?" He whined.

"Wanna see something you're gonna like?" You asked him, your tone breathy.

"Yes. God, yes--" He gasped, as your thumb swirled over the weeping tip of his dick.

You squeeze his cock again as he says that, just barely above painful.

"Peter..." You scold. "What do you say?"

"Yes, ma'am." He whimpered out quickly, his hands gripping the cushions, knuckles turning white as he grits his teeth.

"That's a good Tiger." You purr, pulling your hand from his pants and swinging yourself over so you were straddling his thighs.

"Eyes open, baby." You cooed, urging him to tip his head so he could stare at you, a little slack-jawed as you slowly undo the buttons of the shirt you wore.

God, that pitiful look he'd get on his face when he was horny always got you going.

When you slipped the last buttons out, you pulled the edges of the shirt open, showing your tits off to him with a smirk.

His gorgeous eyes of course locked in on your breasts first, your pebbling nipples eagerly awaiting touch; but his gaze slipped lower, raking all the way down your body until he saw the underwear you were wearing.

It left very, very little to the imagination. And it did a very, very poor job of concealing how wet you were getting; your slick already seeping through and leaving a dark spot on the dark gray pj's he wore.

You watched his hands twitch and arms move; and instantly you frowned.

"Peter." You say, reaching out and gripping his face with your hand, squishing his cheeks.

"Did I say you could touch me?"

He made a soft noise and dropped his arms.

"No. Keep em up." You order, dragging the tank top he wore slowly up his torso.

He obediently lifted his arms up so you could pull the offending piece of clothing off; and you smiled with satisfaction.

"Good boy." You told him, leaning forward to kiss his lips.

The touch was soft, feather light with the ghost of a promise, one that his mouth chased as you pulled away from him.

He made a weak groan, and you giggle.

"Keep your hands on the back of the couch, you're not allowed to move em until I say so. Got it, baby?"

Peter nodded, doing as he was told and he sucked his bottom lip between his teeth and nodding.

"Peter..."

"Yes ma'am." He whispered out.

You smile at him again as your hands greedily paw at him, sliding down his chest and to his belly, softening and round.

"Babe..." Peter groaned, looking off to the side in embarrassment.

It was no secret between you two that he was self conscious of the pooch in his belly, about the softness there. It was why he decided to wear pants over his suit; he didn't like it being on display for everyone.

"Hush," You said to him, gripping softly at his belly, kneading the skin underneath your soft fingers.

"You're adorable. I love your belly. And think of it this way, you've already got a dad bod." You leaned in just a bit, enough to take one of his nipples into your mouth and tugging on it with your teeth.

The sound he made went into your ears and straight to your cunt.

"..And you look good with a dad bod." You assured him with every ounce of love and acceptance you could vocalize.

He shuddered and let out a shaky breath, his eyes fluttering closed as he let you toy with him.

"Now, let's have a bit of fun, okay?" You sighed, positioning yourself so that the bulge in his pants could press tightly against the sopping fabric of your panties, your throbbing clit pressing hard into it.

You were polite and gave Peter a second to breathe, checking to see if his hands were still where you told him to keep them.

They were, and Peter had his head leaned back so you could see the jumping vein in his neck.

You bit your lip and slowly started to grind on him, letting out a soft groan at the friction, each drag of your hips against his throbbing cock smearing your juices along his clothes length, a dark patch starting to form.

God, he looked so utterly fucked already that your mind felt dizzy with how delicious he was sounding.

Soft whimpers and gasps came from Peter as he lifted his hips to meet yours.

You were tempted to scold him, but then again, he was being a good boy.

You plant your hands on his chest, keeping him pressed into the cushions as you continued to hump against his twitching cock, the signs of his precum already soaking through the fabric to join the wet spot of your own slick.

The way he was being so fucking good for you, the sounds he was making, and the little licks of flames that jolted up with each stroke already had you close to wanting to cum. But you held off, instead doubling down, sliding your hips on his even faster than before, mewling softly as he desperately ruts up into you, his jaw clenched so tight you were worried he would crack the bone.

"You're being so good, Tiger." You purr, licking up from his collarbone, to the soft spot on his neck.

You bit down and sucked hard, scratching your nails down his chest as you kept grinding your soaking pussy against him.

You did that four more times, leaving beautiful red-purple marks on his neck.

You feel his hips start to stutter against yours, a deep, heavy groan tearing through his throat.

"You gonna cum for me, baby?" You moan softly.

"Y-yeah." He whined.

"Mmm~" You pull away from him, and he makes a frustrated cry, before going silent as he watched you pull his pants down just enough to free his cock.

His jaw slacks as he watched you pull your panties to the side, and slowly spear yourself on him.

You were so wet and fucking tight, he almost came right there.

You press a finger to his lips as he moaned your name.

"You can cum, but only after me. Got it?"

"Yes ma'am..." He whines.

"Good. Good." You smiled, tapping his lips with your fingers.

"Open."

Peter stares at you, his eyes glazed and pupils dilated as his lips parted, letting you slip your digits in so he could lick around them, sucking them softly and wetting them with his saliva.

You pull them free with a wet pop and bring them down to your clit, using the mix of his spit and your slick to rub the sensitive bundle of nerves.

The way his cock twitched inside of you, the way he struggled so hard to keep still while you used your hand to pleasure yourself while his cock was seated fully into you... God, it was bliss.

"Ah... O-Okay, Tiger." You panted. "Y-you can move. Fuck..."

Peter didn't need another word from you; he began snapping his hips up into yours with a whimper, chasing the orgasm that was a hairs breadth away.

And all at once it was like the world came crashing down. Your orgasm ripped through you and you gushed on Peter's cock, your fingers still working at your clit while he fucked into you, a shaky moan coming from him as he emptied himself into you, snapping his hips up into yours almost mindlessly as the both of you rode out your release.

When the two of you stopped moving, you slowly leaned forward, resting your head on his shoulder, breathing heavily as you tried to control your leaping heart rate.

You felt Peter slip his arms around you and tug you close, and a smirk played on your lips.

"Did I say you could touch me?" You tease.

"No ma'am." Peter grinned.

"Eh, I'll let it slide. This time." You giggle, leaning back to look at him.

God that smile on his face always made your heart flop.

And of course... Another idea came into your mind, biting your lip as you felt his dick twitching inside you.

"Hey, Pete..." You hummed, tracing invisible lines on his chest.

"Yeah?" He asked you.

"Wanna take this to the bedroom? I wanna play a bit more."

Peter looked like he swallowed his tongue right there on the couch.

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Fuck, you loved it when you did this.

You loved the sounds he made, how he'd grip at the sheets and how he'd rock his hips back to meet the thrusts of yours, spearing himself open on the ridged silicone cock you were fucking him with.

"Good boy." You murmured, gripping his ass tight and spreading his cheeks as you glide the toy in and out, in and out.

He wasn't allowed to jerk himself off as you fucked him; that was always the rule.

"You're being quiet again, baby." You cooed, kneading his cheeks with your fingers.

He let out a groan, but it wasn't enough for you.

You wanted more.

And you were going to take more.

You pulled out, almost entirely, watching the rim of muscles clench and try to drag your strap back in.

You hold like that for a minute before Peter makes a needy whine; and the moment he does you slam your hips as hard as you can into him, rocking him forward and making him moan like a whore.

You decided to keep that pace, arching your hips up to reach every spot you memorized inside of him, leaning forward and pressing your palm into the curve of his spine, forcing him down into the bed.

"Thaaaaat's it... that's it." You hissed, biting your lip.

"Gonna cum already?" You teased playfully.

"Y-yes--" He breathed.

You pulled away a bit and bring your hand down on him, slapping his ass, the sound of skin resounding through your bedroom.

"Ah-ah. What do you say?" You say, your tone full of disappointment.

"Yes, ma'am!" He whined loudly, arching back into you as you roughly fucked into him.

"Good boy..." You repeated.

You slid your hand up his spine slowly, earning a pathetic gasp and whimper from him, watching as he ripped at the sheets so hard that the edges came off the corners of your bed; hot ropes of white cum shooting out and staining the silky black sheets as you fucked him.

You pulled out, and unbuckled the harness from around your hips and thighs, tossing the strap-on onto the floor.

Eh, you'd deal with it when you were done.

You laid on your side next to him, smiling sweetly.

"You good, baby?" You asked him softly.

"Agh... Yeah. Shit." Peter mumbled into the pillow.

You grinned and kissed his knuckles as he released his grip on your sheets.

He lifted his gaze and kissed you before you had a chance to react, his tongue pressing into your mouth and tugging at yours, hungry and needy.

He pulled away, a string of saliva connecting your mouths and a glint in his eye.

"Babe, can I..."

"Of course, Tiger." You grinned as he climbed on top of you, gliding his cock through your slick folds.

"We are trying to make a baby, remember? And besides... My legs are tired. You take the lead."

Peter grinned down at you.

"Yes ma'am."

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